The night they killed my wife and son,
a part of me was stripped away.
Do they believe that they have won?
Revenge is mine to have, I say.
I vow that all of them will pay!
For all their sins, I plan to sting
and settle scores without delay.
They'll feel the pain my wrath will bring!

Hear now the tale of Claire of Tieraton.
A Princess of the realm beloved by all
and though he wished as Lord’s do for a son,
her father loved her as he were her thrall.
An heir she was and raised in such a Hall
as few among the populace had seen.
She lived beneath Torgándon’s great Salt Wall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

Oh Rick was young, so full of hopes and dreams.
A boy, not quite a man, a son, a beau
A lad who lived for bikes and mates and schemes
He rode for life, for fun, to fly and flow
His light was bright, his heart was there on show.
So hard he tried to ride his ghosts away
A phantom freak behind the headlamps glow
the need to race, survive and seize the day.